Tangled Bindings - Chapter 3
Title: Tangled Bindings - Chapter 3
Fandom: Bleach
Pairings/Characters: Apache x Grimmjow (main) Ulquiorra x Orihime, Szayel x Apache, Sun Sun, Mira Rose, and Halibel also appear.
Rating: R. Warning, this chapter contains a mild S&M scene, plus mentions of other kinks. Nothing horrifically graphic, but if that bothers you at all, you probably shouldn't read.
Notes: This chapter has a lot of Szayel and Apache, as well as a Sun Sun and Apache scene. Hope you guys enjoy. Polite comments and constructive critiques are very much appreciated! Also, for the record, Apache's coloration (shoulders up) has finally been revealed. For the sake of story continuity, Apache is still going to have violet eyes. However in future stories, I will be using the design given.
Special Thanks: To my beta, kasenshiki <3!!!
Link to Chapter 1 - 2
Chapter 3
The palace of Los Noches had several baths put in, mostly for the benefit of the Shinigami, but there was one designated for the female fraccion. It was not typically inhabited at this time of night, at least, she could hope. The door was opened a crack. Silence. She crept inside, and stripped herself for the third time that day, before sinking into the water with a bar of soap, trying to scrub the touch of both men off of her skin.
"Need a hand?" said a voice from behind her, and she jumped. "...It's just me, Apa-chan."
"Sun Sun...." Apache said softly. "I'm glad it's just you."
"Not in the mood for Mira Rose's usual antics tonight?" Sun Sun was slipping out of her robes, and into the water besides her comrade. "If it makes you feel any better, your cat shat in her bed."
Apache chuckled, and then remembered who the cat was from. The two arrancar girls sat in silence for a moment, before Sun Sun spoke
"...You and Grimmjow...have a fight?"
"You know, Sun Sun, how the hell is it you knew? I never told you -"
"You never denied it, either. And there was this time I caught the two of you looking at each other. It was only a few seconds, and I don't believe anyone else noticed...but it was just like something out of one of those human novels. You two seem...well suited for each other."
"Yeah, well, not anymore." Apache said glumly. Sun Sun frowned and put a hand on the girl's shoulder.
"It'll work out in the end. You usually get sick of guys quickly, it would have been the same with him." But Apache just shook her head.
"...It's different with him, because he's powerful. And an Espada. I've never fucked an Espada before. And I just felt like by being around him, like that I could get myself stronger too. There's more than that too. He-" Sun Sun placed a finger over her lips.
"It's all right. I know, you love him." Apache backed up and stared at her as if she had suggested she put on a pink frilly dress.
"THE FUCK?! Sun Sun, you know I don't do that, arrancar don't do that."
"They do when it benefits them. Love is a human word, but that doesn't mean we can't use it too, in our own way. Love for us is kind of like...." Sun Sun looked wistfully to the side for a moment, taping a finger against her chin thoughtfully. "...It's like a freshly killed animal, with the blood still dripping down its neck." Apache stared at her. "No, really, it is! You have this dead piece of meat, with all these helpful nutrients just oozing out of it. And you could try to keep it to yourself, but eventually you'd get sick of it and the carcass would start to rot. But when you share it with someone, even if you're giving up a portion of the meat, you're gaining an ally for the next time you go hunting! So then you can get even more dead animals!" Sun Sun smiled and nodded. Apache continued to stare.
"Sun Sun...you're special, you know that?"
"I know. But you need to realize that it's safer going through life with someone to hunt with. And comrades are nice, but someone whom you're mating with....even nicer."
Apache remained silent as she stood up in the bath. She stepped out and grabbed a towel.
"You're sweet, Sun Sun. But it's all right. Listen...I'm gonna go on a walk. Don't wait up for me." Sun-Sun nodded and smiled at her.
Her hair was still damp as she zipped up her jacket and made her way back down the hallway. Sun-Sun was an oddball, but she had a point. Grimmjow was a valuable ally despite everything, and there was something to be said about having a mate. She made her way down the hall back towards Grimmjow's quarters.
Surprisingly enough, the door was open, and there was someone standing right outside the door. It was another arrancar girl that she'd only seen in passing. She was a numeros, and much like Mira Rose, she wore very little, her blonde hair tied back in a high ponytail. She was nothing. Not even a fraccion, just a lowly servant.
But she was pretty. And Grimmjow had a slightly evil grin on his face as he looked at her.
Apache immediately turned and darted away before she could even consider what she had just seen. ‘If I wanted a fuck toy, it wouldn't be you' Those had been his words. Well, maybe he'd found one. The pain in her chest that had been bothering her since she had left his quarters was now ten times worse. Cursing as she walked on, she knew she didn't want to just go back to her room.
There was still one place she could go.
Szayel's quarters were adjacent to his labs, and she was able to find it after only making one wrong turn. Fortunately, the wrong turn only lead her to the human girl's quarters, and she wasn't about to tell anyone about a run in with a simple fraccion. She knocked on the door without hesitation - she was past that now. The pink haired man was wearing loose white pants and an open white shirt....she had never seen him look so informal, but even in his nightwear there was something stern about his appearance.
"Look, I want what you can give me. I just want it on my terms." She said, running fingers over her hair nervously. Szayel took her by the hand and lead her inside. He led her to a chair and had her sit down.
"Would you like some tea?" He asked simply, as he carried over a tray after setting an extra cup on it.
"Sure." She replied without really thinking about whether or not she wanted it. She watched as he poured and handed her the cup, before taking his own.
"Careful, it's hot. I wouldn't want you to burn those lovely lips." He smirked at her. She held the cup and looked up at him, trying to find the best way to put everything into words.
"....I don't do anal." She said bluntly. "I don't like it much, and it's a pain in the ass if you know what I mean. I won't do anything with shit or piss. But other than those things, I'm willing to do what you want to learn whatever it is you know. ‘Cause unless there was something big, I don't know why you wouldn't just use a numeros no one would miss."
Szayel's amber eyes squinted at the girl for a second, before he burst into an evil sort of laughter.
"My my, aren't you blunt? But I can respect that. You certainly have your...ideas of what I want...." He said as he stood up and walked over to her. A hand ran under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "And I am willing to work with your conditions. But keep in mind...I could crush you if I choose. Don't forget it."
~*~
Sex with Szayel was unlike any sex she had ever had before. At first, he was just like any other man. He stripped her, and took her, and thrust into her like a whore. When he was done, he rolled over and ignored her. At least, that's what it was like at first.
But after the first tumble, all of that changed.
"Put this on." He said, throwing something that looked like scraps of black leather at her. The look on his face was somewhere between excited and amused. Apache picked up the black leather bra and held it up in front of her, before giving him a questioning look. "...Put it on, Apache. It might not be as bad as you think."
Apache slid the black leather bra over her pale white skin. The thong chaffed her ass, and she didn't like it. But the fishnet thigh highs and black elbow length gloves....she was digging those. A glance into the mirror besides Szayel's bed side, and she rather liked what she saw. She wished that Grimmjow could see her now.
Szyael came up from behind her, his arms drapping over her shoulders, pulling her in close to him, so that he could lead her to the bed. He then did two things Apache never thought she'd see an Espada do. He handed her a riding crop, and leaned over on to the bed.
"Hit me." He demanded.
"Wh...what?"
"I told you, hit me!" His tone of voice told her that she shouldn't ask again. She took the riding crop and smacked his exposed white flesh, watching him cry out in pain and pleasure at the same time. Again and again she hit him, a devilish grin on her face. Why not release her frustrations on him, if he was going to let her? After a few moments she allowed him to roll over, and she mounted him. There was definitely a feeling of sweet relief from frustration while doing all this.
But before she could take her satisfaction, Szayel rolled on top of her.
"It's your turn, Apache." He said with a cruel grin.
Suddenly, this was not as pleasurable as it had seemed...
~*~
The week crawled by. Apache spent her days training, avoiding Sun Sun and Mira Rose's questions about where she had been at each night till early in the morning. Only Halibel seemed to leave her be, but pushed her extra hard. She was still dabbing at the wound that her mistress had given her as she stepped for the sixth night into the laboratory. She may have a few more before the night was through.
If there was one thing that Apache learned about Szayel quickly, is that when he was working, he was working. It didn't matter if she was naked standing there, he wouldn't even get a stiffy until he was finished with what he was doing. Which was why tonight she was surprised when he suddenly pushed aside the array of materials on the counter, and pulled her up on to it. He snickered, and yanked down her hakama.
"...Weren't you in the middle of something?" She said with a gasp as he did so, his fingers roaming between her legs to feel at her. Szayel just grinned.
"...Oh, my dear, this is the most important thing yet." He pressed his long shaft inside of her, and Apache squirmed as his hips rocked her up and down again her. His tongue slid across her cheek, and she had to contain a shiver.
Suddenly, the door swung open. In stepped Ulquiorra, his face its usually mask, however, he looked less pleased than usual. And he definitely hadn't expected to walk in and find this. Szayel did not seemed phased at all by the visitor, and continued to pump deep and hard into her.
"...I see you're joining us a little late this evening..." He managed to say, before moaning slightly and finishing inside of her. "...But not too late." He smirked, pulling out and glancing down at Apache, then back to the pale faced arrancar. "....I wanted you to be able to see the look on your face as I fucked your sister."
Apache could only pull herself off the counter top and look from one Espada to the other as she tried to swallow his words.
Fandom: Bleach
Pairings/Characters: Apache x Grimmjow (main) Ulquiorra x Orihime, Szayel x Apache, Sun Sun, Mira Rose, and Halibel also appear.
Rating: R. Warning, this chapter contains a mild S&M scene, plus mentions of other kinks. Nothing horrifically graphic, but if that bothers you at all, you probably shouldn't read.
Notes: This chapter has a lot of Szayel and Apache, as well as a Sun Sun and Apache scene. Hope you guys enjoy. Polite comments and constructive critiques are very much appreciated! Also, for the record, Apache's coloration (shoulders up) has finally been revealed. For the sake of story continuity, Apache is still going to have violet eyes. However in future stories, I will be using the design given.
Special Thanks: To my beta, kasenshiki <3!!!
Link to Chapter 1 - 2
Chapter 3
The palace of Los Noches had several baths put in, mostly for the benefit of the Shinigami, but there was one designated for the female fraccion. It was not typically inhabited at this time of night, at least, she could hope. The door was opened a crack. Silence. She crept inside, and stripped herself for the third time that day, before sinking into the water with a bar of soap, trying to scrub the touch of both men off of her skin.
"Need a hand?" said a voice from behind her, and she jumped. "...It's just me, Apa-chan."
"Sun Sun...." Apache said softly. "I'm glad it's just you."
"Not in the mood for Mira Rose's usual antics tonight?" Sun Sun was slipping out of her robes, and into the water besides her comrade. "If it makes you feel any better, your cat shat in her bed."
Apache chuckled, and then remembered who the cat was from. The two arrancar girls sat in silence for a moment, before Sun Sun spoke
"...You and Grimmjow...have a fight?"
"You know, Sun Sun, how the hell is it you knew? I never told you -"
"You never denied it, either. And there was this time I caught the two of you looking at each other. It was only a few seconds, and I don't believe anyone else noticed...but it was just like something out of one of those human novels. You two seem...well suited for each other."
"Yeah, well, not anymore." Apache said glumly. Sun Sun frowned and put a hand on the girl's shoulder.
"It'll work out in the end. You usually get sick of guys quickly, it would have been the same with him." But Apache just shook her head.
"...It's different with him, because he's powerful. And an Espada. I've never fucked an Espada before. And I just felt like by being around him, like that I could get myself stronger too. There's more than that too. He-" Sun Sun placed a finger over her lips.
"It's all right. I know, you love him." Apache backed up and stared at her as if she had suggested she put on a pink frilly dress.
"THE FUCK?! Sun Sun, you know I don't do that, arrancar don't do that."
"They do when it benefits them. Love is a human word, but that doesn't mean we can't use it too, in our own way. Love for us is kind of like...." Sun Sun looked wistfully to the side for a moment, taping a finger against her chin thoughtfully. "...It's like a freshly killed animal, with the blood still dripping down its neck." Apache stared at her. "No, really, it is! You have this dead piece of meat, with all these helpful nutrients just oozing out of it. And you could try to keep it to yourself, but eventually you'd get sick of it and the carcass would start to rot. But when you share it with someone, even if you're giving up a portion of the meat, you're gaining an ally for the next time you go hunting! So then you can get even more dead animals!" Sun Sun smiled and nodded. Apache continued to stare.
"Sun Sun...you're special, you know that?"
"I know. But you need to realize that it's safer going through life with someone to hunt with. And comrades are nice, but someone whom you're mating with....even nicer."
Apache remained silent as she stood up in the bath. She stepped out and grabbed a towel.
"You're sweet, Sun Sun. But it's all right. Listen...I'm gonna go on a walk. Don't wait up for me." Sun-Sun nodded and smiled at her.
Her hair was still damp as she zipped up her jacket and made her way back down the hallway. Sun-Sun was an oddball, but she had a point. Grimmjow was a valuable ally despite everything, and there was something to be said about having a mate. She made her way down the hall back towards Grimmjow's quarters.
Surprisingly enough, the door was open, and there was someone standing right outside the door. It was another arrancar girl that she'd only seen in passing. She was a numeros, and much like Mira Rose, she wore very little, her blonde hair tied back in a high ponytail. She was nothing. Not even a fraccion, just a lowly servant.
But she was pretty. And Grimmjow had a slightly evil grin on his face as he looked at her.
Apache immediately turned and darted away before she could even consider what she had just seen. ‘If I wanted a fuck toy, it wouldn't be you' Those had been his words. Well, maybe he'd found one. The pain in her chest that had been bothering her since she had left his quarters was now ten times worse. Cursing as she walked on, she knew she didn't want to just go back to her room.
There was still one place she could go.
Szayel's quarters were adjacent to his labs, and she was able to find it after only making one wrong turn. Fortunately, the wrong turn only lead her to the human girl's quarters, and she wasn't about to tell anyone about a run in with a simple fraccion. She knocked on the door without hesitation - she was past that now. The pink haired man was wearing loose white pants and an open white shirt....she had never seen him look so informal, but even in his nightwear there was something stern about his appearance.
"Look, I want what you can give me. I just want it on my terms." She said, running fingers over her hair nervously. Szayel took her by the hand and lead her inside. He led her to a chair and had her sit down.
"Would you like some tea?" He asked simply, as he carried over a tray after setting an extra cup on it.
"Sure." She replied without really thinking about whether or not she wanted it. She watched as he poured and handed her the cup, before taking his own.
"Careful, it's hot. I wouldn't want you to burn those lovely lips." He smirked at her. She held the cup and looked up at him, trying to find the best way to put everything into words.
"....I don't do anal." She said bluntly. "I don't like it much, and it's a pain in the ass if you know what I mean. I won't do anything with shit or piss. But other than those things, I'm willing to do what you want to learn whatever it is you know. ‘Cause unless there was something big, I don't know why you wouldn't just use a numeros no one would miss."
Szayel's amber eyes squinted at the girl for a second, before he burst into an evil sort of laughter.
"My my, aren't you blunt? But I can respect that. You certainly have your...ideas of what I want...." He said as he stood up and walked over to her. A hand ran under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "And I am willing to work with your conditions. But keep in mind...I could crush you if I choose. Don't forget it."
~*~
Sex with Szayel was unlike any sex she had ever had before. At first, he was just like any other man. He stripped her, and took her, and thrust into her like a whore. When he was done, he rolled over and ignored her. At least, that's what it was like at first.
But after the first tumble, all of that changed.
"Put this on." He said, throwing something that looked like scraps of black leather at her. The look on his face was somewhere between excited and amused. Apache picked up the black leather bra and held it up in front of her, before giving him a questioning look. "...Put it on, Apache. It might not be as bad as you think."
Apache slid the black leather bra over her pale white skin. The thong chaffed her ass, and she didn't like it. But the fishnet thigh highs and black elbow length gloves....she was digging those. A glance into the mirror besides Szayel's bed side, and she rather liked what she saw. She wished that Grimmjow could see her now.
Szyael came up from behind her, his arms drapping over her shoulders, pulling her in close to him, so that he could lead her to the bed. He then did two things Apache never thought she'd see an Espada do. He handed her a riding crop, and leaned over on to the bed.
"Hit me." He demanded.
"Wh...what?"
"I told you, hit me!" His tone of voice told her that she shouldn't ask again. She took the riding crop and smacked his exposed white flesh, watching him cry out in pain and pleasure at the same time. Again and again she hit him, a devilish grin on her face. Why not release her frustrations on him, if he was going to let her? After a few moments she allowed him to roll over, and she mounted him. There was definitely a feeling of sweet relief from frustration while doing all this.
But before she could take her satisfaction, Szayel rolled on top of her.
"It's your turn, Apache." He said with a cruel grin.
Suddenly, this was not as pleasurable as it had seemed...
~*~
The week crawled by. Apache spent her days training, avoiding Sun Sun and Mira Rose's questions about where she had been at each night till early in the morning. Only Halibel seemed to leave her be, but pushed her extra hard. She was still dabbing at the wound that her mistress had given her as she stepped for the sixth night into the laboratory. She may have a few more before the night was through.
If there was one thing that Apache learned about Szayel quickly, is that when he was working, he was working. It didn't matter if she was naked standing there, he wouldn't even get a stiffy until he was finished with what he was doing. Which was why tonight she was surprised when he suddenly pushed aside the array of materials on the counter, and pulled her up on to it. He snickered, and yanked down her hakama.
"...Weren't you in the middle of something?" She said with a gasp as he did so, his fingers roaming between her legs to feel at her. Szayel just grinned.
"...Oh, my dear, this is the most important thing yet." He pressed his long shaft inside of her, and Apache squirmed as his hips rocked her up and down again her. His tongue slid across her cheek, and she had to contain a shiver.
Suddenly, the door swung open. In stepped Ulquiorra, his face its usually mask, however, he looked less pleased than usual. And he definitely hadn't expected to walk in and find this. Szayel did not seemed phased at all by the visitor, and continued to pump deep and hard into her.
"...I see you're joining us a little late this evening..." He managed to say, before moaning slightly and finishing inside of her. "...But not too late." He smirked, pulling out and glancing down at Apache, then back to the pale faced arrancar. "....I wanted you to be able to see the look on your face as I fucked your sister."
Apache could only pull herself off the counter top and look from one Espada to the other as she tried to swallow his words.